Bus didn't come when I was at the bus stop. My favorite car came first.
I see that same mail man most of the time, sometimes I hand in my mails to him personally.
I think he would notice, someday, that he connects two people across ocean and delivers our past to our present.
Every single day.
Hopefully he would witness the future, too.
* Those mailbox are not for my apartment, my mailbox is next to the laundry room.
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